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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Voda Vosa" data-source="post: 4718681" data-attributes="member: 51271">I have radically changed my mind. Oh, what a surprise <img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/angel.png"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":angel:" title="Angel    :angel:" data-shortname=":angel:" />Quinn, a young man, apprentice of the local herbalist, has recently suffered the loss of his master. A stormy night days ago, the old shaman -for that was what he really was- was sleeping in his slum house. He had let Quinn mixing herbs and preparing the blends for tomorrow. But there never was tomorrow. A horrible scream came from Quinn's master's room. By the moment his apprentice made his way there, the shaman Ferroach was convulsing in his bed, with his eyes completely white. Frightened, Quinn stood there, unable to react for several seconds, until his mid started working. He rushed to the front part of the building and collected some herbs and potions, and rushed back to the old man's room. The desperate Quinn tried to apply all the healing techniques he knew, and succed at ending the convulsions and his master's general condition. "I'm dying..." the shaman mumbled with worry face "It's not too late..." he said smiling at his apprentice "Give me that vial, quick!" the shaman pointed at a vial of potion resting over his cabinet. Quinn always thought that it was something important, but never quite dare to ask his master about it's content. After giving his Ferroach his vial, the old man drank it desperately, and begin convulsing again. "Master?! What was that? Master?" Quinn asks with his nerves at the edge. "I'll teach you something interesting... tomorrow..." the shaman answered, before dropping dead on his bed.Of course no one suspected that Quinn had nothing to do with old herbalist demise, but they also had no doubt that what the shaman told to him was just a ridiculous, pre-death nonsense. The town folk buried the lone dead man, with no one to cry for him excepting Quinn. After a night, hunted by nightmares and strange dreams, Quinn woke up in the herbalist's lab. The he heard him. Master Ferroach was speaking to him!Quinn rushed to Ferroach's room again, but found no one. Just a strange looking totem among his bed cloth. The young man took the totem in his hand, and looked at it in the light that filled the room from the window. The wood carved object had the shapes of beetles, and strange runes on it. Upon watching it, Quinn suddenly felt the power of the Fey wild, navigating his veins, and his skin started to shine and glitter. After he blinked, Quinn had became a huge beetle!Because you know, Ferroach body might be dead in his grave, but Ferroach spirit was tingling inside Quinn's mind. And it said to him many thing about the natural world and about the primal spirits of the world, and about Quinn's destiny. Ferroach's spirit said many other things, but telling them here would spoil the fun, wont it? Enough is to say the after two days, the young Quinn wished he could find a way to exorcise his head. Well I let this opened to  suggestions, and didn't include names or regions. The aim is to become a druid, choosing the Initiate of the Old Faith feat. As an herbalist, Quinn would focus on Heal and Nature skills. Grasping Claws would be an appropriate power, due to the beetle shape, I could call it Grasping mandibles. Or something like that? His abilities would be like this:Str 12Dex 10Con 14Int 10Wis 17Cha 8Hope you like it.</blockquote>

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